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@keymaster – good man. Keeping the green where it belongs. In YOUR pocket.
Hey this has probably already been done (and I KNOW the business folks who make $$$ for Vagina Day would HATE this but…) has any one on the MGTOW webpage side of things ever figured out a rough estimate of $$$ that are being withheld due to MGTOW?
I know on your website you gave a figure on how much folks spent on V-Day in the past but I am curious as to the impact of all of us.
Now – of course, it can be said, done (and was done by me) – that we MGTOW are STILL pumping money back into the system by buy gifts for ourselves – we just aren’t showering the tampon-sporting crowd with expensive gifts they don’t appreciate anyway.
It is a beautiful day and I am going to make it going MGTOW way!!
"I care not what others think of what I do, but I care very much about what I think of what I do! That is character!"
~ Theodore RooseveltBack in 2013 I had a massive wake up call after dipping my toe into the lake of dating again. Mind games, crypticness, boring dinners, and the “job interview” like nature of the whole thing (despite me being myself, funny as f~~~, and audacious.)
Waste of time, waste of money, and a waste of energy. Lone wolf mode all day, and daily!
Have you read Einsteins marriage contract?
A. You will make sure…
*that my clothes and laundry are kept in good order;
*that I will receive my three meals regularly in my room;
*that my bedroom and study are kept neat, and especially that my desk is left for my use only.
B. You will renounce all personal relations with me insofar as they are not completely necessary for social reasons. Specifically, you will forego…
*my sitting at home with you;
*my going out or traveling with you.C. You will obey the following points in your relations with me…
*you will not expect any intimacy from me, nor will you reproach me in any way;
*you will stop talking to me if I request it;
*you will leave my bedroom or study immediately without protest if I request it.
D. You will undertake not to belittle me in front of our children, either through words or behavior.
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They look into our eyes, smile and tell us how they are going to F~~~ us!!A girlfriend once told me how she secretly told her friends “one day this is going to PAY OFF”. She used the words “PAY OFF”. When she started sending me links to jewelry on Ebay “for gift ideas”, I began formulating my escape plan. It never “PAID OFF” for her in the end.
By today’s standards Einstein and other great thinkers would be called “misogynists” for not immediately becoming manginas and caving to women on every level.
This would however, have squashed all of the modern innovations we enjoy today and to that I say trad-cons, feminists, and all other gynocentrists, aren’t you glad for all the innovators who did not let women and gynocentrism sabotage their work?
Talking about Einstein, lets not forget that he agreed that the money for any nobel price he might win was to be given to his first wife as part of his divorce agreement, that is a woman you really want to leave, she also snaked in on the credit of some of his theories despite never producing any papers on her own.
I don’t think my going MGTOW could be related to any ONE incident. It was more like three.
1. My mother was a bipolar, narcissistic, multiple-personality, abusive bitch. Currently, she has been through 4 marriages and 4 divorces, where every single one of them has been her fault, which she refuses to admit. In 1983, she married a guy who was 10 years older than her own father and she had me and two of my sisters with him before they divorced in 1989. Her reason? Because he was a “mean man trying to get rid of my kids.” Translation: They were having a discussion about the education of my older sister and me and my father didn’t trust the trash of public school and said he was wanting to send me and my sister to a private school(the kind where you only go home on the weekends and holidays but where the students are obviously being groomed for Harvard). Despite the fact that my father had been retired 6 years before I was born and was living on a pension, my mother demanded $4000 a month from him in child support and alimony…which was nearly double more than what he was getting on his pension. Being that my dad and the judge were both WW2 vets and the demand was unreasonable for California courts at that time, the child support was reduced to $500 a month, which was my dad’s original offer.
She remarried in 1990 to an Air Force sergeant who liked me and my two sisters so much, he adopted us legally under his own last name right after the wedding. And my mom assumed that she had married a “hotshot flyboy” who would rake in the cash so that she would never have to work. She didn’t seem to understand that a sergeant’s pay is not as high as what officers got, and she grew bitter towards him. By 1996, she had forced him out of the Air Force with the “it’s me or the military” talk, and she refused to work even while he worked two jobs to support what was now 7 CHILDREN and her lazy ass. She complained that he wasn’t making enough money, even though 75 percent of his income was spent on HERSELF, that he was never around, and that he was neglecting his parenthood responsibilities. I just remember him working himself to the bone on 80 hours a week trying to support us, and he looked constantly tired and 20 years older than his age. We were very poor at this time. She would scream and curse at him because he would make an effort to clean up the growing piles and clutters of trash in our house and throw the trash away, which she considered “valuables and mementos.” He would come home from work hoping for dinner on the table and still see breakfast dishes on the table from that morning because she wanted to watch TV all day or go shopping. His complaints and protests about the state of the house made her accuse him of “being too controlling” and “I’m not your slave.”
By the time they divorced in 2001, I was 16 years old and my father was a wasted shell of his former self, literally brain-dead, and having to pay 65 percent of his income to her for child support and alimony. Luckily the child support was reduced because my sister turned 18 a short time later, followed by myself in 2003, and even though the court had allowed him part-custody, my mom tried to prevent him from seeing us, so us kids would get out of school and go see him at his tiny apartment while my mom would be at work(finally). In 2004, my father got full custody of the younger kids after I enlisted in the army. My mom had some mental breakdown and ended up in the hospital, and she never did regain full custody of the kids. By the time she was deemed adequate enough by the state to be a decent mother again, my youngest sibling had already turned 18 and she was living on her own with a live-in boyfriend.
Game…set…match.
And I would constantly be seeing women all around me that would behave just like my mother did. This is when I found out that at least 40 percent of all women had some kind of emotional disorder and were on antidepressants or some other kind of medication, and that they had the ability to hide this true self of theirs until after the wedding, when the medications would stop.
2. Despite the story from #1, I was still a NAWALT until the age of 21. When I was in high school, I had a crush on a certain hot-looking girl and I would say hello to her as I passed by her locker. Just a hello or a good morning. Nothing else. After 6 weeks of this, she went to the principal and complained that I was “stalking” her. The principal and VP knew me enough to know I wasn’t capable or creepy enough of such a thing, but they wanted to hear my side of the story. I was outraged and p~~~ed off, and explained that my “stalking” was just a stupid little greeting every single morning, not following her around like a little lost puppy. Luckily, I wasn’t in trouble for this(how many other boys today could be this lucky?)and I started avoiding her like the plague and refusing to say anything to her. A couple of weeks later, she had the nerve to come up and ask me if I was mad at her. And that she liked me and she wanted another chance. I saw through her bulls~~~ and pretty much told her in my own way to f~~~ off, leaving her in the hallway crying.
After this, I spent the rest of high school being a bookworm, never talking to girls again, and being focused more on reading books in the library for fun or accessing the internet on their computers while working as a Library Aide. My librarian was a nice lady who was pregnant, so I had the run of the library a lot of the time and could read books or go on the computer for an easy A.
3. When I was in the army, I fell madly in love with a wonderful girl and I proposed to her with a $1,600 ring. This was towards the end of my NAWALT phase. She was my life, my heart, my first, my last, my everything, and I was devoted to her. My main approval was when I told her about my mother’s abusive qualities and she decided to give my mom a call and jokingly tell her that she was “stealing your son away from you.” I don’t know what happened from my mom’s end of the conversation, but the love of my life hung up the phone in the end, rolled her eyes, kissed me affectionately, and said, “God, your mom is a BITCH. When we get married, you’ll just have to see less of her. Apparently she’s done more than enough to you.”
I couldn’t agree more. Obviously a girl that my mom didn’t approve of was the kind of girl that my mom never became, and had none of those traits. Unfortunately, my fiancee had traits of her own. Lack of loyalty, for one thing. 4 days before the wedding date, I found that she had been cheating on me by sleeping around with another guy for the past 6 weeks. My heart was shattered and some kind of fuse blew in my brain, which opened me up to today’s realities of women and what they could get away with. My fiancee begged me for another chance, saying that she was just stressed and confused. I interpreted this as her saying that she just wanted a WEDDING, and that she didn’t particularly care who the groom was, just as long as she got HER magical wedding celebration that she had always dreamed about. My eyes flooded with tears, I couldn’t even look at her, and I did an about-face and left her forever. I was in such severe shock, I ended up being 4 days AWOL from the army. My commanding officer knew what happened, took the AWOL notice off my records, and told me when I reported back in that I had been “temporarily assigned to his headquarters” for those 4 days.
This is when I went MGTOW. I would never give women another chance to try and f~~~ me over. From then on, it was all about ME, and to hell with the women. Starting in 2006, I began finding out about what was once called “the marriage strike” online, and which is NOW called MGTOW. Every story of a man being raped by divorce and wives changing dramatically after the wedding made me realize even more about what I had narrowly avoided and only strengthened my resolve to stay single. I didn’t join my first MGTOW forum until 2009.
And now, here I am. Thanks to all your stories, I will keep remaining a happy bachelor for the rest of my years to come.
Just living in the knowledge that most of them did not consider me a human being and these awkward situations they caused over the years that fostered a serious distrust of them.
When I got to my teenage years it just became even more obvious, eventually I just got tired of it all.
@ mgtow85,
when I read to the part of your story 4 days before the wedding, I was dreading reading something like, ‘I decided to give her another chance…’. Reading that you dumped her 4 days before the wedding made me want to buy you a beer, and another one for your CO.I once had a girl tell me she was going to get married to someone else, but wished that it was me, so she was just going to walk down the isle, say her vows and close her eyes and pretend it was me…
You did the right thing.
Look, it's not my fault that tornado dropped a house on your sister. Now get back on your broom and get your ass out of here... and take your monkeys with you
Anonymous42My eyes flooded with tears, I couldn’t even look at her, and I did an about-face and left her forever. I was in such severe shock,
@mgtow_85, I know that severe shock feeling, when the life drains from your body and your legs become weak, I broke up with that someone “special” dreams, future, hope, happiness, and all the blue pills you could swallow! She also cheated, denied it, and begged! She broke my heart forever! After her I was an animal, I was mean to women, f~~~ and dump, and more f~~~ and dump, married, single, no matter, f~~~ and dump. then one day I just quit everything, smoking, drinking, and f~~~ing, It was the best decision of my life. MGTOW brother, you know it!
Thanks for your support, you guys.
I was severely depressed from the breakup. I couldn’t even watch “The Wedding Singer” without crying(the part where the main character is abandoned at the altar). I was just simply in shock, and the army paid a lot of close attention to me whenever I was on an armed detail, like carrying a weapon that’s locked and loaded while standing guard. A Sgt. Major confessed to me that they thought I might be wanting to kill myself. I told him that I have no intention of committing suicide, or going on a shooting rampage. I told him I just didn’t know what I was going to do with my life now. I just felt like I was LOST, like I was a hollowed-out shell with no heart.
The fact that my battalion Sgt. Major(the highest-enlisted rank in the army and the Marines)was willing to take me aside and talk to me and offer some comfort and advice made me realize that there are some great people in the world still left. My commanding officer, for one. He’s a lieutenant-colonel in charge of more than 1000 soldiers, kept me from going to the stockade on an AWOL charge, and finds me at my barracks one night a week after I came back on duty, wanting to know how I was doing. I stiffened to attention, seeing his officer rank insignia on his collar, but he told me to cut it out and that he’s here to talk to me man-to-man, soldier-to-soldier, and not as a commanding officer to a PFC. There was no rank involved, and we just walked around and talked for an hour. I even burst into tears and cried for the first time, feeling embarrassed about it later, but he didn’t make it a big deal. He was one of the best officers I ever met and was like a father to me when there was no family on that base or within 1000 miles of me to give me the same comfort.
By the way, I DID get that engagement ring back, and my $1,600 that I paid for it. My fiancee’s mother took my side and sent the ring back to me when my ex-fiancee clearly was refusing to, and wanting to keep it for herself.
And the other awesome guys in the world are the ones right on this forum. Thanks to all of you!!! We are all members in a tight-knit group of brotherhood. Bros before ho’s.
YO MG____85: resident forum asshole here so ListenUp! while i feel your pain bro, and we’ve all been through this s~~~, i can’t help but think that Chris Paul is on his knees in the bottom part of your avatar photo and you cropped him out.
more manly avatar please. and don’t use real pictures of yourself on here man. thanks little brother. i ain’t hating you bro, but i’m just sayin’…….
Anonymous42Bros before ho’s.
My father told me of one of his times in trouble in the USAF. The base commander told my father (a smart ass), that ” you’re better off making a friend, than an enemy) It was important enough for him to pass it down to me, and like you mgtow_85, it was a man to man, and no disciplinary measures were taken. thought I’d share that.
Bros OVER ho’s!
Dude, many women have disorders today. Some are worse than others. It sounds horrible how your mother acted to you, however, you can not let that get you down. The same goes with girlfriends. Many women have those issues due to a number of factors in my belief.
We have a society that constantly devalues good husbands and fathers with the “Ditch that Zero and get yourself a hero” mentality we see on shows like Jerry Springer. Most guys who mess up in the slightest way are punished severally on the social scale. Unless of course you are Ted Kennedy, then you can drive your car drunk off a bridge, leave you pregnant mistress in there to die, and wait 10 hours to contact the police after you have contacted several buddies trying to get them to take the fall for you. All of this because the feminazis backed him, which shows you how much feminists really care about women. (Side note, I did not feel the slightest bit of sympathy when that dips~~~ died.)
We see feminazis claiming that women are oppressed in a society where they are not. “Rape culture” they will claim despite rape being one of the most severely punished crimes. They also conflate looking at a woman wrong as a form of rape. That is telling to how much of a joke modern feminists really are. The “stalker” and “creep” label are a part of feminist’s “rape culture” hysteria.
There are several unreasonable expectations from men that never went away with traditionalism while feminism did a bang up job of making anyone who thinks a woman should contribute something to the relationship too out to be a “chauvinist pig misogynist”. How many times have we been told to “man up” and “take care of our responsibilities” when it came to really just taking care of women? Plenty of times. My ex-wife never wanted to contribute or even act like an adult but had no problem telling me to “be a man” and move her from Tucson to Clarksville after the deployment. And she probably still wonders why she and I are divorced, I bet.
There are the problem with the mangina friends who secretly want to date the woman you are in bed with at the time and these chodes hate you because you were able to get the girl that they’ve been brown-nosing with the hopes she will finally touch his pee-pee. Those guys contribute heavily to the negative behavior of women to the men they are in a relationship with. They tend to lead the “crusade” against you while you are in the relationship with her, this is a hard battle to win and there will be plenty of times where you want to bloody that little chode’s nose. Again, another socially destructive reason why marriage is a failed institution.
Churches seem to make the problem worse rather than better at many times. They show infinite forgiveness to a woman who is no longer desirable but only judgment to the “deadbeat” dad or the accused of some other heinous crime regardless of evidence if that person is male.
The list really goes on as to why women have all of these problems.
Anyway mgtow_85, you have to hold your head up high and realize that you are the only person who can take the steps to protect yourself. Once you do that, things become easy. Sure, you have to give up on the “Leave to Beaver” style family life but, you will be ultimately happier in the end. At the end of the day you will find out that you are stronger and happier than a lot of these “princesses”, especially after they hit the wall and the only thing they get are straight manginas (which they despise secretly and not so secretly at times) because the “Alphas” are no longer interested in them.
I believe that if enough of us go MGTOW and stay the course at the end of the day we’ll make the system stop working for them. The politicians will eventually stop caring about what the feminazis want once it no longer becomes profitable for them. Eventually white knighting churches will fade with their loss of membership and collections. Traditionalists will eventually see that they have to take want men want in life seriously too. Sure, it will take a few generations but Rome wasn’t built in a day.
Stay strong MGTOW brother.
Fine, there you go, ListenUp. I deleted my picture and have the same f~~~~~y-looking one as I did before.
I hope that eases your satisfaction, and maybe someday I’ll know who the f~~~ Chris Paul is and why you would make a reference to him being in the bottom half of a picture with me, as if you somehow thought I was giving a blow job or gay anal-butt sex.
Not that your picture is any better. Um…a pair of headphones. Wow. You must be so mysterious and deep. And Avatar can go f~~~ themselves. It’s not something I care to watch, and consider it a waste of a movie and money that James Cameron spent for no reason.
Thanks for your support, Jimbo! Nice to get some compliments on here when I’m not being bashed for other reasons. LOL.
mgtow 85: thank you so much! looking good! don’t worry about a thing. a lot of great advice here on these forums. happy reading and good luck going forward-LU
Anonymous42(Side note, I did not feel the slightest bit of sympathy when that dips~~~ died.)
What Jimbo’s post said is so profound, and very true, and beautifully worded. Great job Jimbo!
I cheered the day that conceited coward piece of s~~~ died, My grandfather got screwed by Joe Kennedy, I was raised to despise the Kennedy’s, I’m glad DEAD KENNEDY DIED! That whole family is cursed by dirty deeds done long ago.
You guys on the West Coast must really hate Nancy Polosi, almost as much as I do!“chauvinist pig misogynist” Our grandfathers would approve thumbs UP! Except Joe Kennedy! He ran with the likes lucky Luciano! Politicians are as dirty as the ground we walk on!
I want to start my little contribution by mentioning how young and inexperienced I am. You guys have had divorces and whatnot well I am 29 yo, never married and never had kids and only a limited number of partners in my life. So yeah limited experience but hey, here I go:
At 20yo, like every testosterone filled young men, I started to get interested in the vijayjay. Going out to clubs, trying to get some phone numbers at school, socializing with women just to be laughed at or ridiculed/friend zoned, etc… you know, the usual stuff, nothing new.
At around 23yo (being p~~~ed and tired of the club scene) I started going my own way without realizing it. I started doing sports and became pretty good at it/had some contracts for TV a couple of times because of it (stuntman). In those days, I wasn’t looking for a women anymore. I got more beefed up and in shape and women obviously started to notice this and a couple of them asked me out but not good looking enough / I didn’t care.
Went back to university at 26 yo full throttle, crazy GPA of 4.2 ( here its 4.3 for A+) , determined to get into physical therapy. When I got accepted in PT (2 years later), I was so happy that I treated myself to a full makeover. Dumped all my old baggy pants collection and replaced all this with trendy jeans and fashionable shirts/ and finally got some contacts (my eyes were always horrible (ie: -7 and -8)). I started getting lots of interests from women and some strangers even told my I was cute and good looking (from girls AND gay guys). Soooo creepy. That was a first because girls used to ignore me and to avoid me.
I then started to develop a passion for dancing. This is when I started noticing the weird conceptual frame which women use when it comes to choosing men. I was getting too much attention all of the sudden, it was becoming very strange. Started to read about PUA , JEZEBEL and other feminist blogs and landed on some youtube videos of MGTOW. I am now a student of the male/female interaction. Call me gay if you want, but I even went to male strippers to analyze women behaviors and then I snapped … I couldn’t beleive that 8 years ago I was getting rejected by every girl(even ugly ones) and now I was looking at those BAD DANCERS (I was dancing alot then) and at all the attention they were getting and how much women wanted them. The contrast hit me like a ton of bricks and it helped me towards understanding women nature a little bit more.
So few men getting so much attention and love from all these women. Unacceptable. Completely unacceptable I told myself. From that moment, I refused to invest in women and conditioned myself into knowing how my value is much higher than any girls out there and that I SHOULD BE the one to get payed for them to be by my side.
This is my own weird way to go my own way.
In my case it’s hard to tell, since I’ve always been a bit of a stray cat.
I’ve been bullied a lot while growing up, my disposition made it easy. Bit of a nerd stereotype. I liked reading more than playing tag at recess.
So I visited my share of garbage bins and got beat a bit from time to time. Learned to accept it.What I had trouble getting over was the laughs of the girls. Those shrill, high-pitched laughs. And they were always the ones to propose new ways to f~~~ with me. The other boys could have been satisfied with stealing some of my lunch and giving me a slap on the back of the head or a punch to the stomach. But these girls had all kinds of f~~~ed up plans. Let’s steal his underwear. Cut his hair weird. S~~~ like that. One particularly embarrassing moment was when they took my shirt and told other kids to look at my “weird” chest. I got a case of Pectus excavatum (hate that name), nothing serious for my health, but being different was just so devastating for me as a kid. From then I had a really huge trust issue with any girl around my age (Except this one friend). Didn’t trust them. I was scared that anything I would do would be exposed and ridiculed.
Boys I could trust, some of them were dicks sure, but girls were downright evil!I Changed a lot from then to now, learned to really trust people again. And I wouldn’t say I’m anti-female, because I’m really not. I’ve learned to stick my neck out only to those who really deserve it, and that’s not a lot of women.
From then I had a really huge trust issue with any girl around my age
I can understand that, they did some pretty nasty things to me when I was younger as well.
For me the thing that turn me mgtow was when I realized just how easily women can cause you enormous harm in many ways , how that can do this almost casually with no empathy for anyone, that this behavior goes unpunished ,and in many cases is enable by society. Two events made me realized this.
The first one was my mothers alcoholism and how badly she would treat others , yet there where almost no consequences for her behavior.I’m sure if I was a drunk and had behaved as badly as her there would have been serious social and/or legal consequences.
The second one was attending University and having a fallout with one of my female friends, who tried to steal from me.She was some form of crazy so she punished me by claiming I was violent.The result was constant harassment by security staff over a whole semester IE constant questions on what I am doing, why she said I was violent towards her etc.My friend deserted me and I few threaten me , told me a was a monster etc .All this despite not a scrap of evidence of any harm coming to her , let alone that I was responsible.Basically evidence did not matter , I must be guilty simply because I was a guy.She even changed her story a couple of time yet none of this mattered.Another thing that amazed me was a had volunteered to help people during orientation week many times in the past , found a wallet on campus and handed them to security, given free maths tuition to other student etc but ofc if a women said I was a scumbag it must be so.. evidence be damned.
Now the only females I trust are my female relatives who for the most part have a long track record of treating me like a person.Simply unplugging from most women is the best and safest thing to do .If I had lived in say a really feminazi nation like the US I might have ended up in Jail.Thank god for small mercies I suppose.
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